Dreams of Liberty: a Marta & Fina (MAFIN) fanfic

El Pañuelo

[Notes: This one-shot takes place the night after Gloria Lasso concert. Marta & Fina end up going to Madrid again, intending to go see a Flamenco show. They decide to meet up at the hotel before, to get ready.]

Marta was finishing buttoning the peach-colored blouse that Fina had insisted she wear tonight, when she looked up to see her. Fina was standing in front of the mirror, with her full-bodied skirt ending right beneath her soft calves, her arms exposed by the short-sleeved blouses she favored. The handkerchief Marta had gifted her gave the outfit a bit of glamour. Fina was perfect for it, Marta thought. As she had told her the day before, Fina was just as beautiful as any Italian cinema star. Her modest outfits hid the full figure beneath. Fina was even more beautiful because she was seemingly unaware of it.

Marta was lost in thoughts of Fina that she didn't register Fina calling her name.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying darling?" Marta said, as she raised her eyes to meet Fina's gaze.

"I asked your thoughts on the outfit, but I see that you like it," Fina smirked, as she caught Marta staring.

Marta walked over to stand slightly behind Fina so that they both looked at each other in the mirror.

"Of course I like everything about your look tonight, but especially, this," Marta said, as she flicked a finger underneath the handkerchief tied around Fina's neck.

Fina's gaze followed Marta's hand, as she said,

"Well, someone with very good taste gave it to me."

"Ahh, really? And, who is that?"

"Well, she's my boss actually. She's very beautiful, very elegant."

"Your boss, hm?" Marta played along.

Fina's lips curled into a coquettish smile, "Yes, my boss, who I have had a crush on for the longest time, but I don't think she even notices me." Fina stared directly into Marta's bright blue eyes in the mirror before continuing. "But recently, I've caught her watching me, when she thinks no one is looking."

Marta drew in closer to Fina but still didn't touch her.

"I think she feels the same way I do," Fina said, coyly.

"And what way is that?" Marta asked, with innocent curiosity.

"Well, at first, I thought it was just admiration." Fina turned around to speak directly to Marta.

"I admired her clothes, her jewelry, the elegant way she walked, how she commanded a room," Fina said sincerely. "But now..." Fina trailed off, as she searched Marta's face, stopping at her lips. Marta could feel Fina's breath on them.

"Now what?" Marta asked, urgency in her tone as if she didn't know how the story ended.

"Now, I find myself thinking about her, anticipating when she'll stop by the store, but, when she does come, my head gets all scrambled when she's near."
"Uy, sounds difficult,' Marta said, as she grabbed hold of Fina's waist.

"I look at her lips when she talks and imagine kissing them." Fina bent forward to kiss Marta gently. Marta chased her lips, wanting more, but Fina pulled away to keep talking.

"I watch her hips swaying when she walks out of the store, hoping my friends don't catch me ogling the boss." Fina giggled as Marta raised an imperious eyebrow.

"I have a hard time looking into her eyes, which are the most beautiful color blue I've ever seen," Fina confessed.

"Fina," Marta said her name almost as a sigh.